Honk. You stumble through the dark halls, glancing up every once in a while to get another look at the blood. Your stomach twists every time you see the bright blue. Every sweet memory fades when you see it. You missed her. Every ounce of your body screamed it, trying to make you believe that it wasn't just another death. But you tried so hard to push it away, saying that you're completely fine and that it doesn't bother you. The only problem is
It does bother you.